As a child I was neglected forgotten my brother was the golden child I was blamed for every thing he got hurt my fault he broke something "its ok we can get a new one" my mother would say. As if I did something wrong " no food for a week" she would say I would starve and all my friends would give me food but even then I still starved. My brothers older once when I was 7 he pushed me down a flight of stairs and my mother ran to him to see if HE was okay as sat in the floor in tears she told me to shut it and your brother needs. This would happen every time we where together and I would get told to shut up or shove of. My bed room was in the basement and mum once locked me in there for asking her to sign a permission slip. And my father was never around it was the same old excuse "I have work kido but you know I love you "and whenever he was home, I was not I would be at the park or down the street cause mum didn't care. One day I came home from school to my mum screaming at my dad because he said I could go out the other day and gave me money. I went to my room. Most nights were filled with no sleep or an endless stream of tears. Many people think it was my bad childhood that led to me being a criminal I choose to let them believe that and form the main part it is but something worse led me to doing what I did. I would like to think I did the right thing when it comes to what I did but people just think I went rogue, and I admit my friends to come to visit me from time to time if not to laugh at me or tell me what I did was wrong. one of them still thinks I was going to kill them.
If only I could convincethem when I did was right. Now I think about murdering a couple thousand peoplewhen you say it aloud it sounds insane. But enough of me rambling on. Mybrother once stabbed me with a fork, yet I was the one in the wrong. SometimesI find it hard to believe my mother bought my brother's bull. Like that is sostupid he may be older, but he did some messed up stuff. At some point my mummust have realised my brother was clinically insane even my dad noticed but mydad did not stand up to my mum she was a bit insane it is a family thing. Mybrother once got caught with drugs, yet my mum said "it would have been mydaughter she is always hidden in her room she probably did it to get back ather brother" I was there the school knows I am a good kid and just let it go.But I tell you I had it coming once I got home, I got no food for a monthluckily my dad I nice and snuck me food I was also locked in my room. There wasa bathroom down there it was terrible though, but I put up with like I alwayshave. My dad came down one day and had a plane to leave my mother and take mewith him I said yes. But my dad was not so lucky my mum blamed him for tax fraud,and I got stuck with my nana who is not a huge fan of my brother, but she lovesme. I visited my dad every week I swear to cop there must have thought I lived them.Now thought comes to mind what if there was like a baby murder like a baby thatmurdered another baby. Now wit leads me to wonder if my brother was a babymurder. Another day goes by being stuck here locked in this asylum it is funny.I must add after some time I got sent back with my mum and my dad got out. Hesadly got back with my mum though, so he did not have to leave me
